Shevapple - Hello Poetry

For you I will aspire; Clean lungs Quiet patience Fierce determination Fulfilled desires Sincere forgiveness

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Jan 27

Jan 27, 2026 at 4:29 AM UTC

For you I will aspire; Clean lungs Quiet patience Fierce determination Fulfilled desires Sincere forgiveness

Here's to the four walls I have scribbled and scrawled till my thoughts run out Here's to the hoarder masquerading as a collector saying that this is her vision! Not that's she's comforted by cattywampus clutter and precarious precision Not that her cat has to zigzag through tangles of tinsle and talisman treasures Dripping nostalgic with nonsense Dust fermenting on teapots galore Mismatched and abstract not alphbatised Tripping on the jigsaw of chaos-core my eyes explore more There's swarms of colour where I feel safe 'Create don't consume' I tell myself when the weight of bordem hits So fill your room with the shades you desire Let's creativity flow around you and swallow you whole Spit you out possessed by mess and Possessions moph into piles Trophies of trash magpied from moments I want to preserve ,So sticky with sentiment swerved from untangling hands Collected like a rainbow I raised and made my sanctuary Since the days when I was cherryade and bubblegum Times I've been lost to the world ready to wriggle Into my corner of it Safe and saved and not ready to grow up just yet So I cling to the things that don't let me forget

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Jan 16, 2025

Jan 16, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC

CATTYWAMPUS

Here's to the four walls I have scribbled and scrawled till my thoughts run out Here's to the hoarder masquerading as a collector saying that this is her vision! Not that's she's comforted by cattywampus clutter and precarious precision Not that her cat has to zigzag through tangles of tinsle and talisman treasures Dripping nostalgic with nonsense Dust fermenting on teapots galore Mismatched and abstract not alphbatised Tripping on the jigsaw of chaos-core my eyes explore more There's swarms of colour where I feel safe 'Create don't consume' I tell myself when the weight of bordem hits So fill your room with the shades you desire Let's creativity flow around you and swallow you whole Spit you out possessed by mess and Possessions moph into piles Trophies of trash magpied from moments I want to preserve ,So sticky with sentiment swerved from untangling hands Collected like a rainbow I raised and made my sanctuary Since the days when I was cherryade and bubblegum Times I've been lost to the world ready to wriggle Into my corner of it Safe and saved and not ready to grow up just yet So I cling to the things that don't let me forget

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Empty wine bottles Boardgames Makeup stained sheets Give it a few weeks Our periods sync our hair clogs together in the shower drain We lose track of who's is whos And share laughter clothes and virtue DIY haircuts Phobias Leftovers Milk carton sniffing Living with women We scrape around Recycling Tuesdays Two pound for the bus to town But I like to walk around rents gone up So has life Overpriced Cod and chips Read my lips Pre-drinks so we can afford to go out on the **** Self diagnosis No sleep Sore feet Feed the cat Call me back Borrowed socks All I've got Something always missing Living with women Gratitude expired **** Deliveroo No looroll mid poo Overjoyed Underpaid Petty fights Pilau rice Love of my life what's should we watch tonight? Deadlines Parking fines 2 sugars please Mind at ease But eek those shoes don't go with these Panic attack Midnight snack Summers gone just like that Stick and pokes Just for jokes Long weekends Best friends Manic episode Girl code Sound proof Shortbread Bed head Bad breath Razor blades Lucazade Feng shui Hungover for days Like we're running out of ways keeping entertained for free Bordem beginning Monotonous misery Fomo Comrodory Unnecessary jealously But you bring out the best in me Sloppy secrets Morning mindgames patrol Toilet bowl throw up goal Empowered After hours Talking till it's all said twice 247 advice Ready salted luck you've been given The days you thank **** To know these women

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Feb 22, 2024

Feb 22, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC

Living with women

Empty wine bottles Boardgames Makeup stained sheets Give it a few weeks Our periods sync our hair clogs together in the shower drain We lose track of who's is whos And share laughter clothes and virtue DIY haircuts Phobias Leftovers Milk carton sniffing Living with women We scrape around Recycling Tuesdays Two pound for the bus to town But I like to walk around rents gone up So has life Overpriced Cod and chips Read my lips Pre-drinks so we can afford to go out on the **** Self diagnosis No sleep Sore feet Feed the cat Call me back Borrowed socks All I've got Something always missing Living with women Gratitude expired **** Deliveroo No looroll mid poo Overjoyed Underpaid Petty fights Pilau rice Love of my life what's should we watch tonight? Deadlines Parking fines 2 sugars please Mind at ease But eek those shoes don't go with these Panic attack Midnight snack Summers gone just like that Stick and pokes Just for jokes Long weekends Best friends Manic episode Girl code Sound proof Shortbread Bed head Bad breath Razor blades Lucazade Feng shui Hungover for days Like we're running out of ways keeping entertained for free Bordem beginning Monotonous misery Fomo Comrodory Unnecessary jealously But you bring out the best in me Sloppy secrets Morning mindgames patrol Toilet bowl throw up goal Empowered After hours Talking till it's all said twice 247 advice Ready salted luck you've been given The days you thank **** To know these women

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She; an antidote an anecdote you'll never quite forget insanity on either side of her the men that congel conspiracies and gush at She; the mother of clarity A free remedy to remember She gives a rush, a calm breeze and they suckle on her voice like sweet syrup An easy surrender you'd be the first to taste her fury and surely cursed because of it A hot December let her mend your insecurity Venom silk and opaque Little gifts of naivety a promise so soft you never felt the fangs administrate your fate

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Dec 28, 2023

Dec 28, 2023 at 9:15 PM UTC

Antidote

She; an antidote an anecdote you'll never quite forget insanity on either side of her the men that congel conspiracies and gush at She; the mother of clarity A free remedy to remember She gives a rush, a calm breeze and they suckle on her voice like sweet syrup An easy surrender you'd be the first to taste her fury and surely cursed because of it A hot December let her mend your insecurity Venom silk and opaque Little gifts of naivety a promise so soft you never felt the fangs administrate your fate

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Lit by angels and adrenaline silent auctions, abductions still as death decends here Archadia dimmed a dimension of distractions sinking in a pretty little nest feathered with fear she sinned so softly knowing nothing else to sleep beneath twigs and bones returned from the battle gnawed clean from anxious teeth so brittle; you become a love song to the cold a rattle of defiance a longing for a place you cant face alone this is not Archadia these sweetly poisoned streets full of tempting berries choking on my mind every sniff every sip every inhale is all we have to stop what we are in-between awaiting, impatient feral from empathy dreaming of each others bliss an escape to humidity an instant view of the sea it might fix this but it doesn't I wish , I wish my memory could imprint on me that cascading fading message I always leave in rem sleep that lack of loathing now I'm older old enough to know life's secrets still too young to live by them this is not Arcadia this is a January town where every new idea never starts an eternal dance a feast for show so starving eyes swell the grass is always gone where I go I wish , I wish the night could take me to Archadia my silence as loud as the auction lost here were are; in the rotting sequence pining for a reward I'll build my own Archadia out of precious words, molecules of hope how to enlighten omens of wonder, summer rain excitement I roll down the grassy hill turn another page to somewhere I can smell resilience a rest bite, evacuate the cold and reunite with your innocence Welcome to Archadia where hands are full of strength a land full of scents that warm frantic souls giving out their tidings tiny rebels repel your decisions deviate what you hope to replace for here is your Archadia empathy is everything a peaceful wave of lighting a quiet sob of clarity an instant view of the sea Welcome to Archadia you're here to be free

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Oct 24, 2023

Oct 24, 2023 at 4:49 PM UTC

Archadia;

Lit by angels and adrenaline silent auctions, abductions still as death decends here Archadia dimmed a dimension of distractions sinking in a pretty little nest feathered with fear she sinned so softly knowing nothing else to sleep beneath twigs and bones returned from the battle gnawed clean from anxious teeth so brittle; you become a love song to the cold a rattle of defiance a longing for a place you cant face alone this is not Archadia these sweetly poisoned streets full of tempting berries choking on my mind every sniff every sip every inhale is all we have to stop what we are in-between awaiting, impatient feral from empathy dreaming of each others bliss an escape to humidity an instant view of the sea it might fix this but it doesn't I wish , I wish my memory could imprint on me that cascading fading message I always leave in rem sleep that lack of loathing now I'm older old enough to know life's secrets still too young to live by them this is not Arcadia this is a January town where every new idea never starts an eternal dance a feast for show so starving eyes swell the grass is always gone where I go I wish , I wish the night could take me to Archadia my silence as loud as the auction lost here were are; in the rotting sequence pining for a reward I'll build my own Archadia out of precious words, molecules of hope how to enlighten omens of wonder, summer rain excitement I roll down the grassy hill turn another page to somewhere I can smell resilience a rest bite, evacuate the cold and reunite with your innocence Welcome to Archadia where hands are full of strength a land full of scents that warm frantic souls giving out their tidings tiny rebels repel your decisions deviate what you hope to replace for here is your Archadia empathy is everything a peaceful wave of lighting a quiet sob of clarity an instant view of the sea Welcome to Archadia you're here to be free

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She watches the rain whilst I listen to it The wink of a huntress Swift, poised The grim reaper of small beasts with wings Their fate in her claws But then shes snoozing Cute and carnivorous She heals my loneliness I imitate her noises She sleeps on my pillow I stroke her with awe She brings me dead things I smile as she yawns I am jealous of how much she is unconscious I'll never know her thoughts She is known to hear my own I feed her daily But she is free of time Harmonising We don't speak the same language She trills at my window I am happy to serve I am hers as much as she is mine

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Jul 4, 2023

Jul 4, 2023 at 6:44 PM UTC

I am hers

She watches the rain whilst I listen to it The wink of a huntress Swift, poised The grim reaper of small beasts with wings Their fate in her claws But then shes snoozing Cute and carnivorous She heals my loneliness I imitate her noises She sleeps on my pillow I stroke her with awe She brings me dead things I smile as she yawns I am jealous of how much she is unconscious I'll never know her thoughts She is known to hear my own I feed her daily But she is free of time Harmonising We don't speak the same language She trills at my window I am happy to serve I am hers as much as she is mine

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Lying wide asleep, fast awake vivid explosure slows and shows full disclosure, there’s not many who know her for who she really is A face before its baptised by morning bleeding gums rotting lungs bed crumbs search history regrets hidden away in unread books kinks and mysteries internal monologue pillow talk a disarray of leaked promises a catastrophe awaits can’t manage time or money always in a hurry not really busy but never free she is consciousness she summertime she is vanity And even when her mind is anarchy she is an open wound with all her insanity a sweet hyperbole so don’t take her too literally as bold as a secret told in a whisper and exiled for her audacity as ferocious as they’ll let her be Or maybe She just needs a diagnosis for her ADHD to feel accepted by this society and in an instant it falls short she rarely utilities silence but asks ‘do you talk to your thoughts?’ whether empty or optimistic they’re ready, to present predicaments lost to the night-time she dreamt she was at crescent, longing to be full its no coincidence she fains to the moons pull A gatherer; fables of youth unstable to their intentions solutions consumed by a draft that keeps inherent phobias locked away there’s a stray child with your voice in her head you hush to comprehend her a creator you made her meander to your agenda she’ll never be you she’s wrapped up in a plague of shame a carousel of what makes her afraid around and around again deranged, insane and maniacally to blame till theres a bittersweet beauty to every colour she can name but colour exists within her a short rush of boxed up souls stretching to the sky a race of who can outlast the pace of august and curtsy at the contrast the mind infiltrates the gifts it gives and she knows happiness is not a tap her anxiety not a conviction to her minds confliction Her insecurities who mimic and tease Not more than a that A mimic a mindset she can't unweave A tangle of time she is blind to Muddling the Ticking the clichés they all say Embrace the chaos The frenzy she is lost to The details she misses Nature permitted Sweet-toothed and sugar coated The details she's tantalising unsure what to call herself clumsy Moth a pattern in the dust A drooping Helliboure A face painted perky For customer service Scared of stability but that Fear of falling through just wanting to take off And she's spilling her guts No self worth low self trust Impulses calm for your crisis So many messages So many 'what ifs' At her core she knows she is more Than all these new beginnings Thoughts of failure, of what could of been Endlessly splitting seams and spiralling She turns her head in awe to the next thing Her Face chaces the looks you give when you're warmed by her With all the Colour of summer Come September will she Wilt and Who will be around to see to see her wings faded When she tilts her head down retracting re-tracing retreating Mind jaded and unwilling But this time she hits the light just right And becomes the sun Spreading fractols of inspiration But as always a catastrophe awaits wide asleep, fast awake she will give all that she takes

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Jan 24, 2023

Jan 24, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC

Wide asleep, Fast awake

Lying wide asleep, fast awake vivid explosure slows and shows full disclosure, there’s not many who know her for who she really is A face before its baptised by morning bleeding gums rotting lungs bed crumbs search history regrets hidden away in unread books kinks and mysteries internal monologue pillow talk a disarray of leaked promises a catastrophe awaits can’t manage time or money always in a hurry not really busy but never free she is consciousness she summertime she is vanity And even when her mind is anarchy she is an open wound with all her insanity a sweet hyperbole so don’t take her too literally as bold as a secret told in a whisper and exiled for her audacity as ferocious as they’ll let her be Or maybe She just needs a diagnosis for her ADHD to feel accepted by this society and in an instant it falls short she rarely utilities silence but asks ‘do you talk to your thoughts?’ whether empty or optimistic they’re ready, to present predicaments lost to the night-time she dreamt she was at crescent, longing to be full its no coincidence she fains to the moons pull A gatherer; fables of youth unstable to their intentions solutions consumed by a draft that keeps inherent phobias locked away there’s a stray child with your voice in her head you hush to comprehend her a creator you made her meander to your agenda she’ll never be you she’s wrapped up in a plague of shame a carousel of what makes her afraid around and around again deranged, insane and maniacally to blame till theres a bittersweet beauty to every colour she can name but colour exists within her a short rush of boxed up souls stretching to the sky a race of who can outlast the pace of august and curtsy at the contrast the mind infiltrates the gifts it gives and she knows happiness is not a tap her anxiety not a conviction to her minds confliction Her insecurities who mimic and tease Not more than a that A mimic a mindset she can't unweave A tangle of time she is blind to Muddling the Ticking the clichés they all say Embrace the chaos The frenzy she is lost to The details she misses Nature permitted Sweet-toothed and sugar coated The details she's tantalising unsure what to call herself clumsy Moth a pattern in the dust A drooping Helliboure A face painted perky For customer service Scared of stability but that Fear of falling through just wanting to take off And she's spilling her guts No self worth low self trust Impulses calm for your crisis So many messages So many 'what ifs' At her core she knows she is more Than all these new beginnings Thoughts of failure, of what could of been Endlessly splitting seams and spiralling She turns her head in awe to the next thing Her Face chaces the looks you give when you're warmed by her With all the Colour of summer Come September will she Wilt and Who will be around to see to see her wings faded When she tilts her head down retracting re-tracing retreating Mind jaded and unwilling But this time she hits the light just right And becomes the sun Spreading fractols of inspiration But as always a catastrophe awaits wide asleep, fast awake she will give all that she takes

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